Guardian

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Guardian

(For Beeper)

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Dog-eyes like a morning

infused

with warmth.

 

I dream of sending you

silhouettes wedged

from the mountain,

 

where we would go

flooded with lyric & hazy light.

By the campfire furnace,

 

chasing the breeze through

the haunted wood. And then,

by the river, by daylight,

 

your tongue outstretched to cup bee.

Your oversized ebony head gliding through

the water like a dolphin’s.

 

Under the bridge, on the railroad tracks,

your muscles moved erecting

monuments of innocence and incomparable strength.

 

Past the fence, past

my sight, releasing sounds of excitement, sounds

of a simple, language bark,

 

as you ran

thunderous & dark

as departure

often is.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Communicators League” June 2017

  

 

Three poems | by Allison Grayhurst

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Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.

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Faces of hope

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Faces of hope

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I watch the future

as I watch the motions

of your lungs. I see

so much change and so astounding a discovery.

I see two asleep, plenty full

of love, bearing themselves up

against the world. I see the frames

of two who have no boundaries,

who have extraordinary powers

in ordinary reality, who have presence

and beauty with the added blessing

of fitting in.

I see the advances of light on your skins.

I see the unexpectancy of time

in the simplicity of your smiles.

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” July 2017

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Child

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Child

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As wounding as

the stars reflected in

the river, yours is a beauty

too big to embrace.

You are the everlasting miracle

that walks these floors each morning

and day, marveling at every turn.

Your easel is full of yesterday’s colours.

There are songbirds under your bed, and in the closet,

are assorted hats that call to you to try on

and wear down the hall.

You are the syrup on my toast,

the first tulip of spring.

Before you, I was too afraid to dance with freedom,

crippled by a servant mood.

You are the open door where teddy bears

dream and live – a soft, unhindered love

that cures the hardness

overpowering any room.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” June 2017

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Daughter

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Daughter

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Drum, drum

the drake of dreams

and heed the head that

knows it is blind

to all the mysteries.

My hand is here, my

hand to follow. I love your

cleft chin and your strange blue eyes.

I love your laughter at night.

Live like no other has lived.

For you are more than a kaleidoscope,

more than six months of hope and happy endings.

Thank you for arriving, for changing my view forever.

I watch your sleeping face

and feel a thousand souls merge behind your

soft skin. Every day is your birthday, when a new

part of you is revealed like the most beautiful of wonders.

Play with the ropes of many.

I am here, and will always be

yours in love.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Novelmasters” May 2017

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Her Gift

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Her Gift

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She opens up the cupboard door

and smiles the beautiful smile.

She moves across the hardwood floors,

focused as a hawk.

There is something in her I cannot touch,

that has lived long beyond her short ten months.

She claps her hands and passes the ball. She waves

goodbye and washes the stains from my heart.

She is calm as a resting lion cub,

sure of her place beneath the sun. She is

a good friend, marked by her own brand of humour

with a love so bright it strips anew

even the roots of my belonging.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Moongate Motherbird” May  2017

http://motherbird.com/her-gift-by-allison-grayhurst/

 

You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

 

“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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Humpback

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Humpback

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I give this flower,

these historic eyes

to the Atlantic whale, who will perform

for me a symphony of genius. Hungry, we will

rob one another of mistrust,

caress each other’s hairless skin,

holding things that gravity cannot forsake.

Once safe in the ocean’s dune,

we will open our eyes, our mouths,

swallowing moonlight like pirates

from a ship.

Together through

the salted plasma we will swim and hope

for the violence born by medieval fear,

promoted by division

and encouraged by judgement

to be terminated by an acknowledgment

of identical love

(which is not accident).

Tenderly we will axe the human prejudice;

and the child and calf, rubbing wing and arm

will know the blessing of a marvelous unity,

which has been concealed to the point

of near extinction.

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Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Social Justice Poetry, May 2017

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https://www.socialjusticepoetry.com/poet-bios/allison-grayhurst

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“Grayhurst’s rapturous outpouring of imagery makes her poems easily enjoyable … Like a sear the poet seeks to fathom sensual and spiritual experience through the images of a dream.” Canadian Literature

 “Allison Grayhurst’s Common Dream is a massive book by a talented and enthusiastic young writer, with a feel for descriptive, meaningful verse. Philosophical and very deep,” Paul Rance, editor of Eastern Rainbow, U.K.,  spring 1993.

“Her poems read like the journal entries of a mystic – perhaps that what they are. They are abstract and vivid, like a dreamy manifestation of soul. This is the best way, in prose, one can describe the music which is … the poetry of Allison Grayhurst,” Blaise Wigglesworth Oh! Magazine

“Rich images and complex, shifting metaphors drive Allison Grayhurst’s poems. She focuses on sexual love and interior landscapes, widening to include the heart, eternity and all.”  Next Exit

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my child

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my child

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your skin alone is as soft as

a goldfish-back,

your smile is my last breath

and your lips puckered for cooing are

a glorious gain of candy apples.

 

We two are now three

merged in the depths

of touch and long stares.

In the trinity hug, we delight in

the smell of your fresh-washed hair.

We look into your navy eyes,

whispering words you can’t understand.

We break the shell of just-us-two. You,

entering our sphere like a beautiful dream.

You, a gentle symphony that changes everything,

 

like the touching of the stuff of fairytales.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” May 2017

http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.ca/2017/05/from-depths-of-tomorrow.html

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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